Kim Min-A is a simple girl. She doesn't put herself to deeply into people's lives. She is popular for her looks and straight forwardness. Although she can be very mean, people never have the guts to say anything back to her. Why? Maybe because she's...
"Infires?" ~ Min Yoongi ☆ ☆ ☆ Close To Me by Ellie Goulding ft Diplo, Red Velvet
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Mina's pov
"Okay! To the left. 1,2,3 and go! Pam Pam Pam Pam. Come on, let's do it again. To the right-"
I have only two days to rest after a week of hell. Why can't I have a freaking break!
After unsuccessfully trying to block out the loud voice and go back to sleep, I jumped out of my bed, utterly pissed and ready to kill.
I put on my fluffy slippers and walked out of my room. Going down the stairs,the voice grew louder as I reached the last steps. I walked into the spacious living room and saw Jisoo squatting in front of the television.
I've had it up to HERE with this woman. "What the hell are you doing!" She paused the video playing on the tv and turned to face me, one side of her lips quirked up as she looked at me. Her hands on her hips.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm exercising" she said rolling her eyes at me.
I let out a hearty chuckle. "Have you seen yourself? Any more exercise and you'd be a noodle string."
I really want to know what my father sees in this garbage, cause I only see shit. Lots of it.
"That just shows how wavy I am," she says with a smug smile. Her head high as she glared at me. I walked closer to her, now towering over her.
"It also shows how easy it is to break you. Want a demonstration?" I smirked, my eyes now blazing with all the hatred I felt towards her.
Her glare didn't waver though. It seems like she may have forgotten how skilled I was in kickboxing.
"You better not be causing a fight Min-A." I heard my father say from somewhere behind me. I turned to the direction of his voice, a bright smile on my lips.
"Of course not Father", I turned back to face Jisoo one last time. The bright smile still on my lips as I mentally glared at her.
I walked out of the living room, passing my father who had a displeased look on his face. Definitely not my fault.
I heard her whining to my father as I made my way back up the stairs to my bedroom. Once the door was locked, I climbed back into bed.
I was terribly exhausted after spending the whole night texting Jk. I'm starting to really like him... as a friend.
Jisoo didn't put the exercise tape back on. For once she made a smart decision.
************* THE NEXT DAY
Taehyung's pov "It's almost our turn" I squealed, hitting Jimin. Who was focused on a piece of paper, still practicing his lines.
